John lost the tentative hold on the aether the moment that Warren gave him a good rattle. He froze, feeling the highlander's arm around his shoulder, and terror locking up his muscle. "Warren..." he said, shaking badly. He turn to look up at Warren, the hood coming away enough for him to get a good look at the miqo'te's face, the terror alight in purplish eyes, not for himself but for his friend. "You don't know what your doing, putting yourself at risk touching me..."
Sam stop as the Highlander grab, was about to approach closer only to get the feeling that he might be consider a threat to John as well. 'Warren...explain why he sort of look familiar,' he thought, remembering the many times that John would talk about the happening at the Stone. Ok, time to see if he could get through John's panic.
"Please Sam, you got to make him understand that I can't put them at risk..."
Really, if it was Sam choice, he would have probably used a sleep potion at this point. That probably wouldn't have gone over well with Warren. 'Think, Sam. What would Tanya do...' His eyes slid down John's body, alighting on the gloves, knowing now how to work this. "John, you won't hurt them..."
"I will," John said. "I'll take and take and take...and I can't stop it..."
"John, look at your hands. What do you see?"
Look down...glove cover hands trembling. "gloves...but I still..."
"Remember what Tanya told you..." Sam said. "That you won't 'see' as long as you wear gloves."
"But..."
"They'll be fine. I promise, John." He took a caution step forward. "So, let's do as Warren says. Let get something to drink. Been wanting to meet your friends...since that's all you ever talk about." He held his breath, eyes lock on John, and only release it when he saw the faintest of nods. He look over to Warren, letting the other know that for the moment that it seem the panic was under control.
Sam stop as the Highlander grab, was about to approach closer only to get the feeling that he might be consider a threat to John as well. 'Warren...explain why he sort of look familiar,' he thought, remembering the many times that John would talk about the happening at the Stone. Ok, time to see if he could get through John's panic.
"Please Sam, you got to make him understand that I can't put them at risk..."
Really, if it was Sam choice, he would have probably used a sleep potion at this point. That probably wouldn't have gone over well with Warren. 'Think, Sam. What would Tanya do...' His eyes slid down John's body, alighting on the gloves, knowing now how to work this. "John, you won't hurt them..."
"I will," John said. "I'll take and take and take...and I can't stop it..."
"John, look at your hands. What do you see?"
Look down...glove cover hands trembling. "gloves...but I still..."
"Remember what Tanya told you..." Sam said. "That you won't 'see' as long as you wear gloves."
"But..."
"They'll be fine. I promise, John." He took a caution step forward. "So, let's do as Warren says. Let get something to drink. Been wanting to meet your friends...since that's all you ever talk about." He held his breath, eyes lock on John, and only release it when he saw the faintest of nods. He look over to Warren, letting the other know that for the moment that it seem the panic was under control.
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